ARTISANAL SANDWICH

“LUNCH!” I called to my husband Steven and our son Alex.

A few minutes later they made their way into the kitchen from wherever they had been in the house.

“What’s for lunch?” Steven asked.

“I made artisanal sandwiches!” I waved my hand over the plates on the counter-top like Vanna White did on The Wheel Of Fortune.

“Artisanal?” Alex laughed as he picked up a plate and looked at the sandwich. “So what’s on it?”

I took my plate, grabbed some napkins and my drink and headed for the dining room table. “Well, it’s sliced oven roasted turkey with sharp Swiss cheese, coleslaw and Russian dressing on whole grain bread.”

“So what you’re saying is it’s a turkey and cheese sandwich.” Steven took his plate and followed us into the dining room.

“Well that’s what most people would call it.” I laughed as I sat down. “But now that everyone has something artisinal on their menus I figured why not me, too!” I shrugged my shoulders. “It seems to be the new buzz word and I don’t want to be left behind.”

Steven picked up his sandwich and took a bite. After a few seconds he began nodding his head and smiled. “You’re right. That is a good sandwich.”

“Told you!” I watched as Alex was ready to take his first bite. “It’s been crafted by an artist!” I pointed my thumb towards my chest.

Alex took a bite. He began to nod his head.

“See!”

Alex took his napkin and wiped his mouth. “So when did you become a sandwich artist?”

Tapping my pointer finger to my chin I thought about it for a moment. “I’d say about ten years ago, after making hundreds of sandwiches. I’m pretty sure that’s when I hit my artist status.”

Alex seemed confused. “I’ve never heard you call yourself a sandwich artist before.”

“That’s because it was never a thing.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Back then people just said you made a good sandwich.”

“Exactly.” Steven picked up his plate with half a sandwich still on it. “So, I’m pretty sure I’m just going to keep calling it a turkey and cheese sandwich.” He went over to the drawer that had the plastic wrap in it. “I’ve got to get back to work so I’m going to save this for later.”

I looked over at Alex.

“I’m pretty sure I’m with Dad on this one.” Alex laughed. “But it’s a really good turkey and cheese sandwich.”

I sighed. “Thanks.”

As Steven was putting his sandwich in the refrigerator he looked over at me. “So what are you thinking about making for dinner?”

“Well, I was thinking of an artisanal pot roast with loaded mashed potatoes and green beans.”

Steven walked by the dining room table and kissed me on the top of the head. “Pot roast, mashed potatoes and green beans sound great!”

I sighed again. “It’s beginning to feel like no one wants to play this game with me!”

“I think you’re right on that one.” Alex laughed as he was ready to take another bite. “But it is a good sandwich.”